A Haiku About Coffee

My black coffee drink
Bitter? Sweet? Or bittersweet?
Who cares? More coffee!

Scrooging

It's Christmas

No poem today

I really mean this

There's a cheesy parade

Why wouldn't I want to stay?

My family's here for judgement day

By that, I mean to judge me all day

So excuse today's mediocrity

If the sarcasm didn't bleed through the page

Totally Worth It

These cold nights alone
A presence both missed and loathed
Warmth in the freedom

Well, If You're Getting Punched In The Face That Often, What Do You Expect?

Idiots
Callous knuckles on a boxer's fist
Brain-damaged and dangerous

Empty Bed

An empty bed
A sordid, deformed sanctuary
Prime real estate for renewal

Ambient Winds

The ambient wind
Both deafening and silent
Slashing the still air

Dear Ego, Just Lie Down and DIe Already

Why must I burn?
Why must I despise contentment
A cold blanket
So I can shiver while it's warm
Though all signs point
To lesser places
My heart chases dreams of Paris
Pure arrogance!
Screams my mind and therapists
Endless assault
On my ego and pretensions
Why hasn't it discouraged me?
Why haven't I lied down to bleed?
When will maturity
Chop out my knees
And send me crashing away
From the greatness for which I scream?

Suburban Sufferers

In the day we writhe
Dying in the broad life-light
Darkness is our home

Stopped In Her Tracks

A beauty says, "Hey"
Cold fear in heated passion
Unconquerable

Seriously, Let's Destroy The Internet

Old photos are painful
Memories and latent regrets
But what makes me wrathful
Is that we haven't found a way
To end the internet
And the painful past it protects

Why Drunken Driving Is Still A Problem

Sobriety's chore
Cautiously watching the reckless
Wanton foolishness
Ego's groping for drunken lore
Pain
Pleasure seeking
Lover's seething
Lust to be tamed
Perspective's to frame
Paths to consider
Shitty food

A Coffin Clock

Sweet cake frosted sour
Death's compassionate cruelty
From whom I'm borne
Whom I'll forlornly watch die
The deathly divide

Slaughter Rule

I wrote this during an NBA play off game.  Seeing as how awful the NBA is right now, it's not a surprise this got rejected.

An unconquerable lead
A fox's kill unburied

A Life On Layaway

This poem is the first in a 3-part series of rejected poems.  And in all honesty, they aren't that great.  But as the rejection letter said, all taste is subjective.

Purpose's Pleasures perpetually dodging

Clawing to escape the horrendously blasé

It's just over the counter

It's just one jump away

The one yard line dreamer

Is one you don't ask to play

Reservation left unfilled

A life on layaway

I Quit Smoking Recently And Titles Are An Unfortunate Casualty

Yellow fingers screaming for a deeper tint
A friend of diluted time
How to replace seven minutes of the hour
I used to spend outside

A Haiku About Summer

The sun's heavy heat
Sweating black clothe in white light
A child's ecstasy

Yeah, I couldn't think of a better title. I'm sorry

Teenagers

This is a haiku about teenagers.  I originally wrote it with the first and third line reversed.  But when I showed my cousin Tammi, she suggested switching the lines.  So this a haiku by Tammi and I about teenagers.

A misguided path
Young minds screaming to be old
Fickle, foolish things

The Sol of Man

On me
On you
On us
Our flight towards the sun
Free from wax wings
The sweetest song sung

A Hipster's Wet Dream

Dissonance
Salient cacophony
The cure for sonic sycophants

Apollo And Bacchus

Drunk on Apollo's clarity

A test for hollow friendship

Will the disparity

Conflict with Bacchus

Whom I followed

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